Darren slept soundly through the day, memories of Arra and Larten fighting clouding his mind. Had that been how they had first met? Had it been in Scotland? Had Darren already started changing Larten's future? Maybe, if the War of Scars didn't occur then, maybe, Arra would never have died? Maybe the two would mate and settle into a married human life?

Darren laughed at that as he imagined Larten coming home in a suit and tie, Arra tidying the house, foster children running around like little devils.

He laughed a little at the image of tough, strong Arra, wearing an apron and baking cakes.

Never going to happen.

As he seemed unable to get back to sleep, he stood and used the bathroom before going into the living room. Larten was on the sofa, his bottom risen on a pillow and his hand down his trousers, carefully cupping himself for support; he was in utter agony, cursing the name 'Arra Sails' which made Darren laugh with a knowingness.

He made breakfast/supper for himself and the other two, Wester coming downstairs in his pyjamas with a messy crop of hair. He sat down and watched, mystified as Darren used what tools he had to produce what would be known in the next century as 'an English Breakfast'

"What on earth is this before me?" Wester frowned, not sure what to make of the strange flat, white and orange/yellow object before him, "It came from that egg, but…"

"You'll like it," Darren smiled, handing him some meat he had bought from a Scottish market earlier in the week, "So what's the plans for today?"

"Well, assuming Larten is fit for travel," Wester said, Larten groaning as he rolled over, "I think we should maybe cancel this whole 'Loch Ness Monster' thing,"

Darren looked at Wester before nodding. He knew fine well that Wester had used Loch Ness as an excuse to have Larten leave the Cubs and the self-destroying path he was spiralling down. Larten had since stopped smoking and using abusive substances, hadn't had a stiff drink in a while and, as a result of the frequent swimming, was toning up and looking overall more healthier.

With a yawn, Wester cracked his back, "Anyway, it's nearing the Festival of the Dead,"

"Don't you mean 'Undead'?" Darren asked, pouring Wester a glass of water.

"Ha, no. The Festival of the Undead happens at Vampire Mountain and is a massive fete. The festival of the Dead happens once every twelve years," Wester explained, "When the moon is at its brightest on a cloudless night we meet in the same hall, in London. It's tradition."

"So will Seba and the likes be there?" Darren asked, recoiling when Wester laughed at him.

"Gods no! Maybe many moons ago but now it's an excuse for the young to meet up, free of their mentors, enjoy good music, meet potential mates and just an all-around good time,"

"So it's a party?" Darren frowned, "Will Arra be there?"

Wester shrugged, "Perhaps. Mika usually attends them so I'm sure she will be present too,"

"Why would it matter if Mika was there?"

Wester chuckled, "He's got a thing for Arra. Blooded her too." He stood and went to clean up the breakfast plates, clearly having enjoyed the egg more than he let on. "But Larten's never really shown any interest in attending them so," Wester shrugged.

"Then we're going," Darren said firmly. If Larten didn't want to do something, they had to do it. That had been Darren's plan so far and he was going to stick to it, "He'll have to come if we pressure him into it."

Wester laughed but shook his head.

"Wester! Help me to the bathroom!" Larten called from through the house, pain obvious in his voice, "I hurt,"

Wester laughed, leaving Darren and going to aid his swollen, bruised friend who, still, was cursing the name Arra Sails.

Just a short chapter just now.

Thanks to everyone that messege me (You know who you are ha!) Special thanks to Preston_Tours for helping me out with the story direction.

Thank you everyone for being patient. Sorry it's taken so long. I've been busy roleplaying ha xD

-Also, I've no idea what to call these chapters so I'm just choosing to name them after irrelevent songs I listen to whilst I make them up hahaha